greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,

"A heart that's full up like a landfill."

All of Providence almost blew away last night. We cowered in the bedroom, and Spooky gleefully sang "It Really Was No Miracle" as the house (literally) swayed. Good thing we have storm windows and hurricane braces in the walls, otherwise the endless rounds of...

The wind began to switch, the house to pitch,
And suddenly the hinges started to unhitch.
Just then, the Witch - to satisfy an itch,
Went flying on her broomstick,
Thumbing for a hitch.
And oh, what happened then was rich.
The house began to pitch.
The kitchen took a slitch.
It landed on the Wicked Witch in the middle of a ditch.

...might have becoming fucking unnerving. As it was, the rain spout on the front of the house was torn loose and came down across the power lines. It's a three-story house, so a very tall rain spout. Spooky called the landlord and National Grid, and a few hours later the latter showed up to remove said spout. Today, ~20k people in Rhode Island have no electricity; fortunately, we are not among them. Truthfully, last night was more windy than what we got off Sandy, I think. And 57˚F two days after snow and a frozen river. Yes, climate change is a liberal hoax trying to bring down Big Oil and capitalism and Mom's apple pie. Most assuredly.

I snapped a photograph of the rain-spout-on-power-line crisis, for posterity and whatnot:


Yesterday, in a fit of inspiration (or something), I finished the remaining 5/8ths of Chapter Six of Alabaster: Boxcar Tales. Which means it's time to buckle down and get to work on Red Delicious. I have about seven weeks to write it, which means I have about seven weeks to write it well. Today, I continue hashing out the storyline in my head. A very rough, nebulous concept, not an actual outline. Just something to guide me, until the momentum kicks in. The tattered umbrella I open and hold above my head before leaping off a cliff.

Is it a sin against all humanity that I actually want to see something as ridiculous as Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters? I mean, leather, and Gretel's heaving boobies, and crossbows, and...yeah. But 3-D. So, sigh. We'll be waiting for the DVD.

Last night, we watched Robert Rodriquez's Once Upon a Time in Mexico (2003) again. Still very...fuck, I wish the interwebs hadn't ruined the word "awesome" for decades to come.

I ought go. Thoughts to be thunk and all that.

Aunt Beast
Tags: alabaster, bad movies, breasts, crossbows, global warming, good movies, language, red delicious, storms, wind
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